Burn your bridge and wear your heart out on your sleeve.
Song of the Moment: Silverstein - Hear Me Out
It's interesting who reads what I have to write in this journal especially when it's the parents of my friends. Anything that I've written has mainly been first and foremost for my benefit and entertainment. Everyone else can take it as it is.
One particular parent has taken everything I've written and made me to be a drugged up, alcoholic whore. He places much blame on me for his son's downfall in all his debauchery and pot smoking.
This goes out to the closed-minded parent who thinks I'm a horrible person who is bringing his son down.
No, I don't smoke pot. I've tried it a few times and I don't like it. In fact, I really detest it. I'm not the influence that drove your son to smoking weed. In fact, I lecture him on how he shouldn't do it and that he should quit.
Yes, I do drink, not nearly as much as I used to and not nearly as much as I really could. Just because I like to talk about my alcoholic experiences more than anything else doesn't mean that drinking is all I do. Why write about reading, doing homework, watching television, etc in this journal? That is just boring. I drink like every other college kid out there. Trust me, I'm not the only one.
No, I'm not a whore. I've had sex, I enjoy sex, and I'll probably have sex in the near future, maybe even tonight. I've not had sex with as nearly enough people than a lot of kids out there. I've used protection and I will continually use it until I find "The One".
Next time, try looking at your son as the bad influence factor that you conveniently casted onto me.
I'm not the sexually repressed, lazy, druggie who tries to fill the voids in his life by shopping for ridiculously expensive sunglasses, watches, wallets, clothes, etc. I'm completely content with my life and I don't need anyone to tell me what I'm doing is right or wrong.
There are so many things I can about your way of living and the choices in life that you have made but there is no point in doing so. Read what I write and be more considerate in your judgements. I'm not perfect and neither are you.
Yours Truly, The Life You Secretly Live Vicariously Through
I can't believe I have to write this journal about a parent. This is ludicrous.
It's interesting who reads what I have to write in this journal especially when it's the parents of my friends. Anything that I've written has mainly been first and foremost for my benefit and entertainment. Everyone else can take it as it is.
One particular parent has taken everything I've written and made me to be a drugged up, alcoholic whore. He places much blame on me for his son's downfall in all his debauchery and pot smoking.
This goes out to the closed-minded parent who thinks I'm a horrible person who is bringing his son down.
No, I don't smoke pot. I've tried it a few times and I don't like it. In fact, I really detest it. I'm not the influence that drove your son to smoking weed. In fact, I lecture him on how he shouldn't do it and that he should quit.
Yes, I do drink, not nearly as much as I used to and not nearly as much as I really could. Just because I like to talk about my alcoholic experiences more than anything else doesn't mean that drinking is all I do. Why write about reading, doing homework, watching television, etc in this journal? That is just boring. I drink like every other college kid out there. Trust me, I'm not the only one.
No, I'm not a whore. I've had sex, I enjoy sex, and I'll probably have sex in the near future, maybe even tonight. I've not had sex with as nearly enough people than a lot of kids out there. I've used protection and I will continually use it until I find "The One".
Next time, try looking at your son as the bad influence factor that you conveniently casted onto me.
I'm not the sexually repressed, lazy, druggie who tries to fill the voids in his life by shopping for ridiculously expensive sunglasses, watches, wallets, clothes, etc. I'm completely content with my life and I don't need anyone to tell me what I'm doing is right or wrong.
There are so many things I can about your way of living and the choices in life that you have made but there is no point in doing so. Read what I write and be more considerate in your judgements. I'm not perfect and neither are you.
Yours Truly, The Life You Secretly Live Vicariously Through
I can't believe I have to write this journal about a parent. This is ludicrous.